The Bitter Truth About Parenting A Toddler While Pregnant

I bit more than I could chew this time! I was 6 months gone when my first baby turned 2.  Parenting him was not as easy as I thought it would be. We've always done all the play together- we build bricks, watch is favourite cartoon together, jump on the sofa and other lots of fun things but I grew closer to my third semester, my weight became heavier ( thanks to baby weight), I would sit on the couch with my feet elevated and stretched out instruct my son on how to build his bricks but no! the energy-filled boy will want me to be on the floor with him while we build it together like we always do before. Sigh!

During potty time, he would want me to stay with me while he goes about his business, he will want me to feed him his food and when he wants to be mischievous to the fullest, he will want to follow me around the house but  on the condition that I have to carry him. If only the poor boy knows I'm looking for a crane that could lift me anywhere I want to go around the house (it's about time someone invent a pregnant woman crane).

Being with a toddler requires lots of exercises (it seem like one to me), he would want me to stand, sit, bend, jump, roll and (insert any other things you can imagine), whenever I try to be involved in the mild play, I tend to make a sound whenever I'm trying to pick myself up and my son replicates the sound and do the same gesture (he must think this is a joke!)

I felt huge, uncomfortable, swollen and tired. I wasn't sleeping because  I have a young child to look after and he couldn't have shown less concern about the unwashed floor, rising laundry pile, or my elephant-man feet. He wants to play! And go to the park. And fight. And cry. And whinge. And tantrum (toddlers and tantrums are synonymous).

The last trimester of pregnancy was a strain, even if you're super fit and healthy and have no medical issues. The added extra baby weight is killing. I feel like whenever I walk, the floor quivers like a giant is walking on it. House cleaning is effort enough with a toddler underfoot, but when you are heaving a hulk body around, cleaning  and mopping become close to impossible. The only thing that worked with him was making him role play to be a doctor while he checks on my health like the doctor does to him at the hospital, I always use that moment to steal even if it's a five minutes nap before he gets bored of it and he's looking for the most energetic play to move onto.

Sigh! I didn't bargain for this.

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